Witt Lowry - Higher Ground lyrics
[Witt Lowry - Higher Ground lyrics]
W-I double T to the Y
I pluck your wings, you think you fly
I do this shit all day, all night
Don’t need no weed, I’m NASA high
Just met this girl, her ass a nine
But of course she talks so asinine
And I’m out my mind
I’m about to slaughter every
Beat I fucking find
Kill it! Don’t stop me dawg
I beef I’m Kobayashi dawg
The rap game kamehameha
I’m screaming mother fuck a broad
If I’m not the shit, then I’m a mound of poo
Look at all the bullshit, I maneuver through
And if ya’ll don’t like my music
Well then fuck you, you, and you
(Fuck you) ha!
Real recognize real, and fake recognize fake
So when this shit gets real how
Much can fake fuck take? None
I promise you ho, you ain’t the one (Nope)
You talking that shit well then
Pass me the gun (yeah you are)
They taking they shots, taking they shots
Taking they shot to the back of a gun
Dumb, go shoot yourself and die
Haters are softer then pumpkin pie
Out of my body, ain’t even alive
I find all the phonies, and sever the ties
I spit that raw real, but man
This feel good too (yeah it do)
I try to chill with old
Friends, but they’re like, "Who brang you?"
I guess these people that I
Thought were friends, were fake, who knew?
So now I keep my circle small
And intact like glue
Man I'm out of your league
I’m out of your lane
You all are so lame, I’m taking the game
I just met a girl, now she giving me brain
That head was insane
Like she fighting Bruce Wayne ughhh, yeah
While the fuck ya’ll making whack rap
I make Edgar Allen poetry (yuh)
And only scream Witty on a track
So they know it’s me
I’m looking at this freshman girl
Like you a hoe to be
I probably shouldn’t think so cold
But ya’ll been cold to me
My old girls they can’t seem
To stop talking about me
My new girls are telling me that
They can’t live without me
Oooh girl, now stop lying through your teeth
You see the next guy you meet
You’ll leave and love him like me
A beast, just off of my leash
A chief, just minus the keef
I got no time for ya’ll hoe’s
I pay no mind to a tweet
I pay no mind to a text
I’m feeling like I’m up next
You’re all a bunch of real pussies
Guess that makes me a sext
Now all I want to have’s an effect
I know you ain’t my girlfriend
So I ain’t paying no check
I’m coming straight for the top
I guess that makes me erect
And ya’ll can have my old girls
All them hoe’s is a mess
See I’m a testament to real rap
My heart? Watch me spill that
I started here with nothing
Know a lot of ya’ll can feel that
Built this shit right here from the ground up
Now look at where we wound up
I do this shit for me, the crew
And all the fans that found us, ha!
(Go) ain’t this a bitch
I came in the game and I flipped a script
You hating on my music
Saying that my name is lame and shit
You tweeting about my ass
Because you jealous you ain’t nothing
Bitch, bow down
You look pathetic when you write on my pics
(haha) i’m eating out a fine dime
I call that shit a fine dine fuck with me
You out your mind
Imagine me when I reach my prime
Man, killing the beat
And I’m killing the flow
Elevatin’ to levels you don’t even know
Every track that I rap should
Be covered in gold
When I give em’ my music, I give em’ my soul
Ughhh!
I pluck your wings, you think you fly
I do this shit all day, all night
Don’t need no weed, I’m NASA high
Just met this girl, her ass a nine
But of course she talks so asinine
And I’m out my mind
I’m about to slaughter every
Beat I fucking find
Kill it! Don’t stop me dawg
I beef I’m Kobayashi dawg
The rap game kamehameha
I’m screaming mother fuck a broad
If I’m not the shit, then I’m a mound of poo
Look at all the bullshit, I maneuver through
And if ya’ll don’t like my music
Well then fuck you, you, and you
(Fuck you) ha!
Real recognize real, and fake recognize fake
So when this shit gets real how
Much can fake fuck take? None
I promise you ho, you ain’t the one (Nope)
You talking that shit well then
Pass me the gun (yeah you are)
They taking they shots, taking they shots
Taking they shot to the back of a gun
Dumb, go shoot yourself and die
Haters are softer then pumpkin pie
Out of my body, ain’t even alive
I find all the phonies, and sever the ties
I spit that raw real, but man
This feel good too (yeah it do)
I try to chill with old
Friends, but they’re like, "Who brang you?"
I guess these people that I
Thought were friends, were fake, who knew?
So now I keep my circle small
And intact like glue
Man I'm out of your league
I’m out of your lane
You all are so lame, I’m taking the game
I just met a girl, now she giving me brain
That head was insane
Like she fighting Bruce Wayne ughhh, yeah
While the fuck ya’ll making whack rap
I make Edgar Allen poetry (yuh)
And only scream Witty on a track
So they know it’s me
I’m looking at this freshman girl
Like you a hoe to be
I probably shouldn’t think so cold
But ya’ll been cold to me
My old girls they can’t seem
To stop talking about me
My new girls are telling me that
They can’t live without me
Oooh girl, now stop lying through your teeth
You see the next guy you meet
You’ll leave and love him like me
A beast, just off of my leash
A chief, just minus the keef
I got no time for ya’ll hoe’s
I pay no mind to a tweet
I pay no mind to a text
I’m feeling like I’m up next
You’re all a bunch of real pussies
Guess that makes me a sext
Now all I want to have’s an effect
I know you ain’t my girlfriend
So I ain’t paying no check
I’m coming straight for the top
I guess that makes me erect
And ya’ll can have my old girls
All them hoe’s is a mess
See I’m a testament to real rap
My heart? Watch me spill that
I started here with nothing
Know a lot of ya’ll can feel that
Built this shit right here from the ground up
Now look at where we wound up
I do this shit for me, the crew
And all the fans that found us, ha!
(Go) ain’t this a bitch
I came in the game and I flipped a script
You hating on my music
Saying that my name is lame and shit
You tweeting about my ass
Because you jealous you ain’t nothing
Bitch, bow down
You look pathetic when you write on my pics
(haha) i’m eating out a fine dime
I call that shit a fine dine fuck with me
You out your mind
Imagine me when I reach my prime
Man, killing the beat
And I’m killing the flow
Elevatin’ to levels you don’t even know
Every track that I rap should
Be covered in gold
When I give em’ my music, I give em’ my soul
Ughhh!